I wanted something animate –
Something that breathes – bleeds…
Someone to skew the status quo
Of empty infidelity.  

I did not want you. 

I tried to make a sculpture –
Chiseled a heart that turned to wood.
But the clay of my soul solidified…
Left my ache the only proof.  

I wanted to be… 
Interfused with the unscripted – truth –
Holding its essence with each breath…
So when I spoke – I answered the wind –
And the earth moved beneath my skin. 

They craved the ideal – a compulsive need –
Resistance was futile – they devoured me…
Cut fragments for greed – self-validity –
Life sustained in Technicolor images – movies.  

I carved an inscription right before the fall –
A eulogy for an earth spirit’s heart…
When you pass – recognize me – breathe –
Breathe your life back into me…

I did not want you… 

But you breathed.